The winds were howling around the hole in my roof. I tried hard to pay no attention to it. I drove more slowly now. Probably doing 15 miles an hour. My gun shouldered and my window rolled down. Cautious was not my strong suit. I'd like to think of it as overly extended paranoia. I squinted hard to catch the sign up ahead.

Bachman Rd

I was certainly in silent hill. I could feel the uncomforting feeling setting in thicker than blood. I kept turning my head back and forth. Some strange ringing was going off in my head. "Wait a minute..." I said out loud. That ringing was not in my head. It was coming from my trunk. I slid out of my car and popped the trunk. My briefcase. I unlocked it and found, stuffed deep beneath my now bloody clothes, a cell phone. I clicked it open with curiosity.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me, June."

"June!? What's the idea of packing a cell phone in with my stuff?"

"So that I could keep track of you."

"Keep track of me?! Now you are making it sound like I'm a convicted felon."

"Honey, I did this because I love you."

"Ok,ok. I'm sorry I got mad. I'm alright, seriously."

"Did you run into any trouble."

The image of the beast I encountered on the road flashed through my thoughts.

"No.....Just had a little car trouble."

"Are you hurt?"

"No. But I could sure use some Dayquil."

"Alright. Call me if you wanna talk. I love you."

"Yeah, honey. Love you too."

(beep)

I averted my gaze toward something that caught my eye. "I'll be a sonamabitch..." I whispered to myself. A big lump near a broken down fence. It was covered in leaves and such. That's when I noticed the wheels from under the pile. I brush away all the leaves and took a gaze at what I had uncovered. "Harry Mason's Jeep." I could almost imagine him veering off the road and over this fence. The poor dope. I sat in the driver seat feeling around. I opened the glove compartment and found a wrinkled up brochure....

As I walked to my car, I slipped the tiny map into my pocket. It might come in handy in case I got lost. I jumped in my car and continued on. I made a left. Then a right. I spotted a little Cafe. It looked so old. I climbed out of my car making my way to the cafe.

I had to break the glass door to get inside. Didn't seem like the wrong thing to do. The town seem deserted anyways. I stepped inside, my shoes crunching over the broken glass. I sat on one of the stools as if I was a customer. Completely deserted. I noticed that a huge window was completely shattered. Broken glass and dried blood were drawn out across the table in the back. The pinball machine had seemed broken. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt extremely tired. I staggered over to the comfortable table couches. I heard a faint ring that could've been the tracker or my cell. I just don't know. I collapsed against the seats and passed out into an endless coma.....

I threw my arms up stretching uncomfortably. My back ached unbelievably and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. When I did, I was shocked at what I saw. The stools were suddenly filled with people. Mostly looked like truckers. I stood up and looked nervously around. The glass door that had broken when I came in here was now totally fixed as if it never happened. The table all the way at the end seated a teenage couple. The table was cleaned and the huge window was sparkling sunshine throughout the cafe. "Dang it!" shouted someone to my right. A little boy was busy fiddling with the pinball machine. When did all this happen? I took a few unnoticeable steps to the stool. I sat down but fell to the floor. My body and went right through the stool! Was this some sick joke? Was I a ghost?

I shot up and dusted myself off. I heard windows shattering behind me. Winged demons entered the place. It was a massacre. The teenage couple tried to head for the door but were attacked in a split second. They were torn to shreds in front of my eyes. Another of the winged creatures went for the truckers. Blood splattered against the wall. Body organs were being ripped from the carcass's of these people. I watched with tears in my eyes. The Howling creature snapped its gaze in my direction. Entrails were hanging from it's sinister grin. "No.." it came out of my mouth like a little mouse. "No..please...I have a wife that needs me." The creature would not listen, nor did he care. He charged at me full speed with jaws wide open. My body tingled as the creature went through my body as if I was a cloud. I turned around hearing screaming. The creature was attacking the little boy at the pinball machine. The creature gouged the little boy's eyes out and I couldn't bare to watch.

I woke up with a jolt. As if someone had dropped me from my spot. I looked around to see that the cafe was, in fact, deserted. Furniture frozen in time. Like nothing had happened. I brushed my hair back with my hands trying to get a grip on myself as I sobbed. I guess this is this town's way of getting back at me when I hadn't turned back. Was I dreaming?

"You were out for a long while."

My whole body froze. I looked up to see the cop. That blonde haired cop that I had read about in the papers. "Cybil Bennett?" I asked blankly. Her image disappeared in front of my eyes. My whole body was shaking now. I couldn't control myself. I was as scared to stay here as I was to leave. The payphone next to me on the wall rung loudly. How could it be so? The sign that said out of order must have been taped to it for ages. I tore away he piece of paper and picked up the receiver. "H-hello?" I asked slowly and quietly. My spine became chilled down to my soul as I heard what sounded like a little girl giggling gleefully on the other end. It sounded creepily wicked somehow. "Hee hee hee. Wanna come out and plaaaaay?"

I threw the phone down on the floor and watched it bust into a million pieces. I pulled out my gun and rushed outside. I don't know why, But I started screaming....

"Where the fuck are you!......You little bitch!..........what?.......Afraid of me?!.....I don't care how many spook friends you dish out!......I got all the time in the world!.....Come out you whore!.....I'll put a bullet right through your fucking eyes!!!...Come out!!!"

I kept circling in place as I said those haunting words. Whipping my gaze down the abandoned streets. Sweat poured out from my forehead.

"Where are you?.....Hello?........Hellooooo?.......Hello!......"

My voice echoed off in the distance. I gave up and ran back to my car like a scared little girl. I placed my gun on the dashboard as I held my head in my hands. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "What!!?" I shouted as I glared at the passenger seat. A little girl was sitting there. I opened my mouth in horror. Her eyes were blood red, her skin a pale blue aqua color. She held a maggot filled coloring book up to my face as she said: "That's you daddy."

"AAAAaaaahhhh!"

I grabbed my gun and shot furiously at my passenger seat. It was empty now. Cotton flying everywhere. Was that a ghost? I looked around awkwardly. I was losing my mind. I started the car and drove slowly into the fog. Maybe I would find something at the nearest gas station. Aside from the haunting visions you just encountered? my mind asked me sarcastically. I shoved the thought aside. I was on E and I needed some gas anyways. I drove into the foggy distance....praying.....praying for my sanity to stay with me......

[ A note from the Author: How ya doin' so far, readers? Like it? I'm doing a lotta research on both games to make this story just right. I won't stop writing till I'm satisfied with the details and spooky happenings. I'm writing this to let you know that I wanted to make a true Sequel that would live up to the silent hill series. I'm doing this all for you devoted readers. Keep writing so that I could keep reading your stories. I promise to review as much as I can but I also need opinions from you guys. Speak up and tell me if you like my spin to the story. In the meantime, I'll keep writing.

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